Frank narrates his long tale as an old man from a rest home. Jumping around in time a bit, he details his early job as a union driver of meat delivery trucks.

He recounts his initial meeting with crime boss Russell Bufalino (Pesci), and how he begins skimming from his deliveries to please another powerful mobster, "Skinny Razor" (Bobby Cannavale).

He narrowly avoids jail thanks to a smooth union lawyer (Ray Romano), becomes a hitman for Bufalino, and is finally introduced to Jimmy Hoffa (Al Pacino).

It's hard to believe, but this is indeed the first time that Pacino and Scorsese have worked together in the fifty years of their respective careers, and Pacino snarls and barks and chews up the scenery with a gusto not seen since Scarface or Dick Tracy.

Frank and Hoffa become close. Frank is promoted to union president, while Hoffa tangles with the Kennedys, goes to jail for a time, and tries to regain control of the unions. Eventually, Hoffa's pugnacity becomes a problem, and Frank is called in.

Frank is a largely passive character, following orders and going where the wind blows him. He pledges loyalty easily, and feels little moral confusion.

In one scene, Bufalino presents Frank with a symbolic ring, one of only three in their underworld circles. "Do you know how strong I just made you?" asks Bufalino. But in reality, strength fades.

In another key scene, Frank beats up a corner grocer, stomping on and breaking his hand, for daring to touch Frank's young daughter Peggy. Peggy grows up into a young woman (played by Anna Paquin) suspicious and afraid of her father.

Frank realizes too late that he is unforgiven, that his path led him away from family as he struggled to get close to power, and, finally, is left with neither.

Written by Steven Zaillian (Schindler's List), The Irishman is based on Charles Brandt's non-fiction book I Heard You Paint Houses. But though it interprets real-life events, it still feels like an intensely personal film for Scorsese.

Some have called it an "old man's film," in the way that it looks back with wistful perspective and hard-won wisdom. This should not be taken as an affront; The Irishman feels similar to Ingmar Bergman's Saraband, Federico Fellini's Intervista, and Akira Kurosawa's Dreams (in which Scorsese appeared) and Madadayo.

Yet the movie rails against age. It incorporates some astonishing visual effects to de-age the actors and make them look like their younger selves in flashbacks, and it's virtually seamless.

And in the end, the movie is a good way from finding peace or acceptance. It sees Frank's lot in life as unfair, ironic, unfinished. With this masterpiece, Scorsese shows that he's not ready to go gentle into that good night. He proves that this old bull can still rage.